Where've ye gone?
I hunt up thee through all over
Each mansions, resorts, and doors,
Garth, gully, groove, and dover,
When not received your footprint I roars.

Again I wake up and willingly I see
To the hills, valleys, and plains,
River bank, brooks, and beside seas,
When not received your footprint I blame.
After all I descry in the dream life,
Then I make it adorably rife.

I be all eye at you in the faded dream, and imagination,
To see ****** of thine anklets,Thy pale pink gown show recognition.
Thrilled to see thy smile, thy ocean eyes and innocent face,
Why'd thou get vanished when I palpate in each case.

Then I realize it's all vain to trace thee all over the earth,
You are just rightly and completely in my heart.